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Here are a couple of sneak peeks!
Highland Secrets, Dragon Lore Book One Excerpt:
…He hadn’t let go of her hand. Energy flowed into her, and she lapped it like nectar.
“Ye must be Angus.” She swallowed back an inane desire to giggle like a maid. “Since we’re the only two with human form here, ye’d almost have to be.”
“Good guess.” His smile warmed his eyes. “Eletea and I have been here for a short time, and I was sent to guide you to the dragons’ council chamber.
Self-conscious, she tugged her hand from his grip. It would never do to skip blithely into the Dragon Council holding hands like a couple of schoolkids. What if Keene was there?
So what if he is?
It’s not as if he’s made even the slightest effort to find me these past hundred years.
Color splotched Angus’s face, and he glanced at his hand. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Didn’t realize—”
She didn’t bother telling him how difficult it was for her to sever their connection. Angus was stunning, but he’d been sent here by Ceridwen too. Which meant he lived much too close to home for her to consider smoothing her hands down that magnificent body and tangling them in all that wild, glorious hair.
“Which way?” She tossed a sunny smile his direction.
He smiled back shyly, and years fell away, making him look like a bashful boy, albeit a very hot one. “The way I came from.” He rolled his eyes. “Nothing like stating the obvious, huh? Anyway, we should get going, the dragons are waiting for us—and keeping Danne and Eletea from scratching each other’s eyes out.”
“The dragon who brought me here said something about that. Apparently, Eletea has a mate who’s cheering from the sidelines.”
Angus frowned. “He doesn’t want her dead, just—”
“Shuttling on a ball and chain between the bedroom and the kitchen,” Arianrhod cut in.
Angus tossed his head back and laughed. The sound was velvety, masculine, and it sparked a reaction deep inside her. She wanted him to be joyful, yet she sensed resignation within him and wondered about its source.
“What you said about Cavet—that’s Eletea’s mate—about nailed it.” Angus half bowed, a courtly, old-world gesture that made her smile. “This way. We probably shouldn’t—”
A cacophony of dragon shrieks and screams blew through his words, obliterating the last of them.
Arianrhod had begun walking in the indicated direction, but she stopped dead. “Holy godhead. What the fuck do you suppose that’s all about?”
“No idea, but it can’t be good.” He took off running, with her at his heels.
She saw herself as he must have seen her, a much-younger icrathari, still hopeful for the future, never realizing that the Earth they had all known and loved was irretrievably lost. Had she ever looked that vulnerable? Had her smile ever been so beautiful, so filled with love as she looked upon—
“Rohkeus?” Oh, blessed Creator, was that stricken whisper her voice?
Ashra pulled back and stared at the human. Her mouth dropped open. Her heart pounded in her chest, its beat erratic. It couldn’t be. It simply couldn’t be—
She looked up at Tera. The other icrathari nodded.
Rohkeus’s soul reborn…in a human.
Ashra threw her head back and laughed, a despairing sound. Her prince, her love, reduced to a human? Her slender fingers coiled into fists. Her golden eyes glittering, she pushed away from him, though her body trembled from the loss of his warmth. No, the human was not Rohkeus; he could never be Rohkeus.
Steeling herself against the gasp of pain that escaped from his lips as the anesthetizing effect of her kiss faded, Ashra rose to her feet with sinuous grace. “He is not one of us. Not anymore.” Nothing had been more devastating than losing Rohkeus to a human assassin. To see his soul reborn in that contemptible and weak race was an insult to the person Rohkeus had been.
“Should we turn him into a vampire?” Tera asked.
“Kill him. Set Rohkeus’s soul free.”
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Whisky Witches Excerpt
“Thanks for understanding.” Dexx opened the door to Paige’s room, supper in a bag in his teeth, his left arm full of folders.
Brian followed him into the room carrying an over-filled case box. “To be honest, the fewer people who know how many rules I’m breaking right now, the better.”
“Right.” Dexx dumped the folders on the small table and stashed supper in a chair. He pulled the round table closer to the center of the room, then wiggled the crocheted Brian doily out from under the paperwork, setting it on the bureau. He took the bottle of sedatives out of his jacket pocket before draping it over the back of a floral canvased chair.
“How’s she doing?”
Dexx sat on the edge of the bed and checked her pulse. Not that he counted her heartbeats like someone who actually knew what the hell he was doing. Half of him checked to make sure it was still beating in the first place. The other saw to the sigil on her arm. Black ink, just the way he’d left her. Good. He popped the top off the orange drug bottle and poured two little blue diazepam pills into his palm.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Sure.” Dexx shoved the two pills down her throat, feeling her tongue work as she fought to swallow and throw up at the same time. “Hand me that water bottle?”
Brian touched the bottle to Dexx’s shoulder. “Tell me again why she’s not at the clinic.”
“You really want a demon-possessed person running rampage in the clinic? Trust me.” Dexx dribbled some of the water down her throat, watching her swallow. “Also, I’m fairly certain the good doctor would try to tell you that the dosage we’re giving her would kill her.”
“Will it?”
“Doubt it.”
“Doubt it?”
“Demon.”
“Right.”
Dexx stood, screwing the cap back on the water bottle. “Okay. Where do we start on the case?”
“Shouldn’t we wait for her?” Brian’s gaze stayed on Paige’s form.
“I need to see if she’s really in danger or if we have someone out there mucking with stuff they don’t understand.” God, he hoped it was just some moron.
“Okay.” The chief turned to the table. “What do you need to see?”
After an hour of studying the pictures, notes, and interviews, Dexx pushed away from the table with a headache.
Brian crossed his thick arms over his chest. “So what’s the verdict? Are we in danger?”
“Yes.”
“Is she in danger?”
He wished she wasn’t. “Yes.” Dexx sighed and let his hands fall. “I don’t know how they found out about her gift, but someone did. The murders, the inane symbols? They were the bait. I’ve seen these symbols before on a past case. I doubt the sacrifices did much of anything. Whoever is behind this killed those three people to lure her out. The mandala was a test.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t like it.
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